Microcosm
My parents have been attending a small congregation that is closer to their home. its an old church with a 150 years of inertia, and its really become the focal point of ministry for them. yes, they feel their ministry is *to* their church. at least for the time being.
Like many other baptist church's in the midwest region of america, this church is changing their name to take the word "baptist" out of it - in order to not present it as a stumbling block (leaving Christ, the only appropriate stumbling block) - because, ummmm - 'baptist' doesn't really have a good name up there.
My parents have suggesting that, instead of just changing the name - they do something to change who they actually are. (e.g. let us consider exactly *why* baptists have the reputation they do, and consider what we might do different). i have asked to share the letter they recently wrote to their church, as a guest blog post here. they read this letter to the eighteen bigwigs in the church - emailing it to the pastor ahead of time to let him know they were going to share it. (they didn't ask for permission, just gave him the heads up as a courtesy, thinking - "we shouldn't have to ask permission to be *christian*"). i think its a fantastic letter - and am very proud of my parents for the way they approached this - recognizing the opportunity to make a holistic change to who this community is, rather than a change in name only (as if thats the real reason for their declining attendance). here is the letter they wrote and read:
More recently, someone in their small group, who owns a farm, lost their helping hand to a suicide. he was a young man - someone they had met randomly, had provided a job to - and then this. his surviving family was catholic (which in this area, is the opposite of baptist), and no one really knew them. my mom suggested they provide meals for the family. someone literally asked why we would do that? my mom had to argue that you would do that to share Christ's love with them. they came back with - but they are catholic - wouldn't their church do that? well - the answer is apparently "no" - their catholic church wouldn't do that. they came back with "but nobody here knows them". my mom replied, well... thats ok, we can leave a little note with each meal explaining our connection to them through the church.
Like many other baptist church's in the midwest region of america, this church is changing their name to take the word "baptist" out of it - in order to not present it as a stumbling block (leaving Christ, the only appropriate stumbling block) - because, ummmm - 'baptist' doesn't really have a good name up there.
My parents have suggesting that, instead of just changing the name - they do something to change who they actually are. (e.g. let us consider exactly *why* baptists have the reputation they do, and consider what we might do different). i have asked to share the letter they recently wrote to their church, as a guest blog post here. they read this letter to the eighteen bigwigs in the church - emailing it to the pastor ahead of time to let him know they were going to share it. (they didn't ask for permission, just gave him the heads up as a courtesy, thinking - "we shouldn't have to ask permission to be *christian*"). i think its a fantastic letter - and am very proud of my parents for the way they approached this - recognizing the opportunity to make a holistic change to who this community is, rather than a change in name only (as if thats the real reason for their declining attendance). here is the letter they wrote and read:
We would like to propose that along with our name change, we also would consider a change in philosophy. For too long a Baptist church has looked to the outside world as an elite club for perfect people. Not that we have sought that look, but none the less, that has become our reputation. And Baptist churches have done things over the years to deserve that reputation.This letter comes amidst a recent surgery that left my mom's right arm in a sling. some at her church asked to let them know if they needed a meal or anything - and sent my parents a shiny new devotional book. my mom's reaction to the way this came off was "I would sooner eat at mcdonald's than ask someone to make a meal for me". when you hear your own mother get on a soapbox and say, "i didn't need a devotional book i needed a meal!" - it really hits you how far off base we have been.
As a result, some people would come to a Baptist church, but when a family member fell into sin or a child started going down the wrong path, too often that family would leave the church because they felt “judged” and they felt like they no longer fit into this club of perfect people.
We propose that this church become a spiritual hospital for those in this community who have been ravaged by this imperfect world: A church where the hurting are welcome, where the sinner finds grace and love - Not that we love the sin, but that we demonstrate love to the sinner, as Jesus did. Let us be the hands and feet of Jesus who came to save sinners. Let us welcome the lost of this community into this church with an attitude of acceptance so that we can share with them the Good News of the Gospel. Let our church be a place of healing, a place where people can understand forgiveness and where they are accepted and loved because Christ died for them. Let us minister to people - not because they deserve it, but because they are desperate for it.
We think the start of this is the support group that Ruth started for divorced people. Maybe other support groups need to be available: Like maybe for grief, and maybe for alcohol and drug abuse, or maybe for parenting, or for handling finances, or for loss of a spouse, or for those who have had an abortion in the past, or for cancer.
Let us let it be known in this community that this church ministers to people’s needs in this community, whatever those needs might be. Let us be real, authentic Christians so that hurting people in this community might look to this church to find the Only Answer amidst the pain and sin and chaos of their lives.
More recently, someone in their small group, who owns a farm, lost their helping hand to a suicide. he was a young man - someone they had met randomly, had provided a job to - and then this. his surviving family was catholic (which in this area, is the opposite of baptist), and no one really knew them. my mom suggested they provide meals for the family. someone literally asked why we would do that? my mom had to argue that you would do that to share Christ's love with them. they came back with - but they are catholic - wouldn't their church do that? well - the answer is apparently "no" - their catholic church wouldn't do that. they came back with "but nobody here knows them". my mom replied, well... thats ok, we can leave a little note with each meal explaining our connection to them through the church.
In the end, three meals were provided.
It's a start.
It's a start.
btw - who thinks my parents need to start blogging?

